Imagine you and I, rocking chairs on a front porch after time has left it’s mark on us.
The wrinkles on your forehead tell the sweetest stories.
I hope we’ve kicked all the things that had their grip on us.
Imagine you and I, bathing beneath golden rays with our backs against the earth.
The concept of time has no hold on us.
I’ll love you long after this body fails me

The Fairy Tale Queen
and her vast Queendom of stories
entwined, branching, shepherded

The Fairy Tale Queen
directing questions and wonder
so that each yarn can flower

The Fairy Tale Queen
ruling with a hand of Order
and a hand of Whimsy

The Fairy Tale Queen
Herself a Fairy, Itself a Tale

The Fairy Tale Queen
Queen over her subjects
and over herself

Overgrowing graves,

overbridging time: ivy –


of all the stories.

I have so many stories, yet none.

But there once was a flower in the corner.

It told me something of importance, something it clung too, yet didn't.

It danced under the moon.

I asked "of all places, must I ask, why the moon? Isn't it just deep?"

"It is nothing deep, yet even more so then ever," it said, "I'd much rather prefer a mess of comfort, than a cleaned smile."

That flower treated the moon not as a gatekeeper meant to take you to the next day, but as an old friend that will always be.

Whenever I meet someone new I feel like I’m repeating the same story of my life, but every once in a blue moon I’ll meet someone who will make me want to tell my story in a way I never have before.

I speak of you
To the aerial views of city lights
Talking about your extravagance
To the lions mane
Hidden in a mountain range
Stories from when I was a child
I try to keep you on my tongue
But forgive me when I become entranced
Lost in the aurora lights
Holding promises in my hands

So I spoke to them,
The seven wonders and the seven seas
About your colours and memories
Some I still hold onto till this day
But forgive me if I forget our old ways
Just know, my heart still beats to the same rhythm
The one it danced to when I was yours
And I speak of you between every laugh
Because I remember what we used to be.


Suddenly I’m standing in front of the world
Speaking of you
As if I was once again
A child
Running
Down your streets.

Two tall, spotlessly white pillars stand in front of me,
looking through, blue sky and white clouds come into view.
Sitting on a wooden bench with faded paint,
Thinking, dazing, confusing.
Looking up, the dazzling sunshine leap to my eyes,
Reflecting the flag waving in the middle.
A few sparrows fly across the sky,
Several squirrels ran across the lawn.
Taking a deep breath,
I can taste the cold breeze.
Suddenly the calm was broken by the rumble,
Looking down, turned out to be a car passing by.
These remind me of something,
That spring is far away,
Deep and unforgettable.
Memories will not fade,
Stories don't get old.

A beam of light, I can see. Shining brightly across the sea. Then I see Her, in a torn white dress. Slowly climbing with the stars. She tries to hide her damaged face but I encourage her that it's part of her beauty. As a thank you for letting her shine with all her flaws, she tells me of the things she's seen back in a time when her face was smooth and craterless. And I sit with her and listen to her stories. Then comes the time for her to climb down, but she promises to be back, and I promised to be there waiting.